Story Time: I Refused To Give A Child My Window Seat

“Please do not think that because I am a woman I can be emotionally swayed to make motherhood easier for you and your children. That’s your man’s job. Not mine.”

After spending 21 days in New York City I was more than ready to head home. I unexpectedly got my period on the day I was leaving the Big Apple, which made me more motivated than ever to return to the quiet, slow lifestyle of the south. I boarded my plane at Newark airport and as expected, I had a designated window seat ready for me.

Because I fly as a single woman with no dependents I am almost always guaranteed a window seat. Of course there is the option to secure one for an extra $12-$15 whenever I purchase my flight tickets online. But I am usually satisfied with the seating arrangement the airline chooses for me.

With my large tote bag and teddy bear in tow, I walked down the crowded runway to my row. I said hello to the mother who was getting situated in the aisle where I would be seated. Beside her was a little girl whose large eyes were fixated on the brown teddy bear I received from my ex for Valentine’s Day. Because I stayed in New York for such an extended period of time I brought Pinko with me since he sleeps next to me every night. The woman made room for me to reach my blessed seat near the window, where sun poured onto my face…